So, the book store is out of those blank composition notebooks with the marbley cover. WalMart is also out of them, as is any store within reasonable driving distance. Clearly, something must be done.
Thus, I find myself at this juncture; laughing hysterically while contemplating if I should order a bulk shipment of the silly things off Amazon (Who conveniently allows them to be sold used).
It would be amazing. A package comes in the mail. Excitedly ripping open the packaging, my eyes light up as the covers of two stacks of new used Mead brand notebooks gleam in the morning sun for the first time.
Of course, all this is pure fantasy. I would never check my mail that early.
In the morning, after this post is convenantly aggregated by all manner of social networks and RSS readers, it will make no sense at all. That matters not; at the moment, it is completely halarious.